A galloping heart digs under the floury moon
The executioner’s mind spins like an industrial laundry machine
At what is carved to be, being so soon
The founding fathers look without a raison d’être in the eye that once beamed
In times when liberty was fab and destined to boom
Half of what stood in those woods remains undreamed
Anything native has been washed and replaced by a silver spoon
Dried lips and heavy pantings of this excavating fiend
Eclipses all intelligence learned and unlearned by galvanizing buffoons
Such hope cut in directing scenes
Just makes one pull out the handmade blade to slit the child’s ballon
Ambushed and flying bodies on and over the stream
Imperial murmurs blow from the boulders carelessly strewn
Across the voyage overdone and extreme
Shovels the shipwrecked patriot that once thought was immune
Moving metal glues itself to the head like sloppy lo mein
And swirls for pressurized heat to leave through the accumulated intellect out of tune
A complaisant will always be envious of a king or queen
All among that watchtower will inherit the previous doom
Of thee remain, jacked will be your pain and genes
May numbers and traits from the deck stay covered up and presumed
The self-serving striped prisoner will not be buried after committing its own deed
But eventually one shall find its bones and dust them off to wear the star-crossed costume